Tuesday, March 16, 2010

about that..


I'm not one of those people who runs around telling the world about everything Right when it happens, or ever: my choice. I just don't see the sense in assuming and getting all worked up, maybe someone will tell you something when they're ready. Try that on for size.

I need a vacation. I need a beach. I think my mom and I are going to take a vacation soon, just us. I think that'd be perfect. I wonder where we'll end up going..I know it'll be a beach thats for sure. I hope it's Wrightsville Beach.

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  1. Kay, I don't know if you remember this...probably not, because you were about 2 years old at the time! But I'm sure you've heard the story.
    It had been a worse February than usual; that's saying a lot. I believe that February is the shortest month for a damn good reason! Anyway, you were sitting in your car seat behind your Mom while she was driving. You used to just babble all the time when you were little..it was a cold, wet, gray day, a long drive home, and you were looking out the window and doing a monologue on everything you saw. Suddenly, "Mom, let's go to Florida" popped out of your mouth!
    And your mom, good sport that she is, had the 2 of you packed and on the road to Florida within a couple of days.
    You've ALWAYS been a beach baby.
    Love, your aunt Chris

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